On the one-foot-square map, there is a line of small words written in the lower right corner.
"If you want [Flood Dragon Scale], go to Skyfall Valley."
"Skyfall Valley has Flood Dragon Scale?" Song Changsheng felt happy. After searching for so long, there was finally news.
But then he frowned and fell into deep thought, "It's just... where is this Skyfall Valley, and why is there [Flood Dragon Scale]?
Forget it, go ask Brother Xu. "
Xu Yunhe's cave abode is arranged next door to him. These days, like Song Changsheng, he has been practicing in seclusion. After all, there are not many opportunities to get into Heavenly Sound Mountain.
He was obviously a little surprised by the arrival of Song Changsheng: "Brother Song, it's so late, what are you doing?"
"Brother Xu has been practicing among the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains all year round, have you ever heard where this Skyfall Valley is?" Song Changsheng handed Xu Yunhe the map Bai Zhengchun gave him.
Xu Yunhe took it and observed it carefully for a while. The map was very detailed, but only the section Sunset City was missing.
After a long time, Xu Yunhe sighed and said, "I really can't recognize this place, but my footsteps have been all over the outside of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains over the years. If this place is really within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, I'm afraid it is deep inside.
Although after the last war, the number of Demon Race in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains has decreased a lot, it is still full of dangers. Brother Song really wants to go there? "
"Of course, [Flood Dragon Scale] is related to a skill I practice. I have been looking for it for a long time. Now that I finally have the news, I have to go there."
"In that case, Brother Song should find an opportunity to ask Fellow Daoist Zhuang and the others. They will definitely have records in this regard. Let's go together then."
"Brother Xu, I plan to invite you to go with me even if you don't tell me. I don't have much experience in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains." Song Changsheng smiled.
In fact, he didn't quite understand why Bai Zhengchun had given him a map, and why he still left such a problem for himself.
He doesn't think Bai Zhengchun's behavior is meaningless.
"The ideas of big men are really elusive."
Song Changsheng glanced out the window. The night sky was filled with stars. It was obviously not appropriate to go to Zhuang Yuechan now.
"Let's go tomorrow."
After returning from Xu Yunhe, Song Changsheng sat cross-legged next to Turtle Egg to practice as usual. Moonlight Qi sank into his Baihui Acupoint from the traction circle he had arranged in advance, and his whole person exuded a hazy light from the inside out.
But what Song Changsheng didn't notice was that Turtle Egg beside him shook slightly...
Early the next morning, Song Changsheng brought the map to Zhuang Yuechan's courtyard.
But to his regret, Zhuang Yuechan put on the veil again.
Ever since he saw Zhuang Yuechan's true appearance, he didn't like the veil no matter how he looked at it.
"Fellow Daoist Song, is there anything wrong with Yuechan's outfit today?" Seeing Song Changsheng staring at him, Zhuang Yuechan's pretty face couldn't help but feel a little hot as he thought of what happened yesterday.
"No, no, I came to Fellow Daoist Zhuang today to ask if he knows the location on this map."
Looking at the map Song Changsheng handed over, Zhuang Yuechan frowned slightly. She had seen this map a few days ago, but the one she saw was far more complete than this one.
"Fellow Daoist Song, Skyfall Valley is located deep in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, close to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range. The location is very remote. However, in the previous battle, several True Person hunted down Black Dragon Demon King and cut off a piece of its flesh and blood.
This piece of flesh and blood fell into Skyfall Valley. Theoretically speaking, if fellow Daoists want to find [Flood Dragon Scale], this is indeed an excellent place to go.
If you can't even find it here, I'm afraid the only choice is to go to Black Dragon Demon King's lair. "Zhuang Yuechan said truthfully.
"Black Dragon Demon King's flesh and blood, even Purple Palace Cultivator, can't help but feel excited. It's been so long since that battle, this flesh and blood..." Song Changsheng frowned slightly. After such a long time, I'm afraid there's no hair left, right?
Zhuang Yuechan smiled brightly and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are worrying too much. Only a few real people know the news about the demon king's flesh and blood there, but they are not interested in it.
Moreover, Skyfall Valley is located in a remote place, thousands of feet deep, and is shrouded in fog all year round. Generally, few people go there, so fellow Daoists do not have to worry about someone getting there first. "
"So that's it. Then please ask fellow Daoist to draw a sketch for me and I'll go there someday." Song Changsheng was overjoyed. He had racked his brains for this [Flood Dragon Scale], but now he finally saw a glimmer of light.
"Hundred Thousand Great Mountains is vast and boundless. If you draw it on the map, the slightest difference will be a thousand miles away. Let's do this. I will go with you. The elders of my sect once took me to experience that area."
Hearing this, Song Changsheng was a little hesitant. Although Demon Race among the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains suffered heavy losses in the last battle, the depths were still dangerous. If something unexpected happened, Zhan Tianxia wouldn't they kill themselves?
Perhaps seeing Song Changsheng's concerns, Zhuang Yuechan smiled and said, "Did Fellow Daoist Song regard Yuechan as a greenhouse flower?
I have been going down the mountain for training since I was fifteen years old. I have been to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains many times, and I have also faced Beast Tide. Although my cultivation is not as good as that of fellow Daoists, I can protect myself, so fellow Daoists do not need to worry too much.
Besides, if you can't even bear this risk, how can Yuechan protect such a huge Sunset City in the future? "
Although Zhuang Yuechan only has the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, he can still win against ordinary Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator. If coupled with the treasures given by the elders of the master's sect, monk Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment can't even think of taking advantage of her.
Purple Mansion There are really not many people who can do anything to her.
"Song is worried too much, so please ask Fellow Daoist Zhuang to lead the way." Song Changsheng bowed his hand and said.
"We have known each other for nearly ten years. Why do we need to be so polite between you and me? On the contrary, it seems that we are strangers. From now on, how about we call each other by our first names?"
Song Changsheng heard this and discovered that this was the truth. They had been through life and death several times, and those who were always "fellow Daoists" really seemed to be alive.
"Okay, Yuechan, let's get ready separately and meet up at Chenshi tomorrow."
"Okay."
In fact, there wasn't much to prepare. Song Changsheng just went to find Yin Shang and asked him to help take care of Turtle Egg.
Originally, it was necessary to feed Essence Blood every day, but the monk's Essence Blood, hair and other objects could not be given to others casually. Even if they were injured and bleeding in the battle, they would be destroyed if there was a chance.
This is not making a fuss, Hundred Arts of Cultivation, there are countless treacherous methods, and if you accidentally fall into the hands of someone with ill intentions, you may get yourself into big trouble.
Although he thinks Yin Shang is a decent man, things like Essence Blood are of great importance, so it is better not to leave it to others. Anyway, he is only out for a few days, so it will not have a big impact if he is not fed.
Originally, Yin Shang and Niu Dazhuang planned to go together after knowing that he was going to Skyfall Valley, but Song Changsheng considered that their injuries had not improved yet, so they declined their kindness.
At midnight on the next day, Song Changsheng, Xu Yunhe, and Zhuang Yuechan met at the agreed place.
Xu Yunhe said with emotion, "I don't know where Fellow Daoist Zhu has gone. The four of us haven't been together for a long time."
"I have been asking about Fellow Daoist Zhu over the years, but the feedback has not been very good. I guess he may have left Southwest or even left Great Qi." Zhuang Yuechan shook his head.
With the energy of Sunset City, no clues have been found for so many years. Either he is dead or he has left. Other than that, there is no other possibility.
"We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. Fatty is not a short-lived person. With his ability, his life will not be too bad anywhere. As long as he is still alive, we will meet again sooner or later. Brother Xu, Yuechan, let's go!"
After that, several people boarded Flying Boat and headed towards the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains...
To the east of Great Qi Cultivation World, there is Yu Kingdom Cultivation World, whose area is only two-thirds of Great Qi, but the number of strong ones is not inferior at all.
And somewhere in the Yu Kingdom, there is a short Spirit Mountain, only a thousand feet tall, which is shorter than some of the surrounding barren mountains. If it weren't for the steaming spiritual energy, no one would dare to believe that this is actually the residence of a sect.
The mountain looks very desolate and barren. At the foot of the mountain stands a simple mountain gate, with the words "Ancient Sword Gate" written like a silver hook on the plaque.
The plaque looks unremarkable, even a little shabby, and you can vaguely see some cobwebs wrapped around the corners, which makes it look chilling no matter how you look at it.
Not to mention comparing with some cultivation sects, even compared to Mortal World, it is not as good as it is.
A stream of light streaked across the distant sky, and finally landed in front of the mountain gate, revealing a slovenly old man with a fair-skinned Little Fatty under his arm.
The old man threw Little Fatty directly on the ground and looked up at the plaque in a daze. It has been almost thirty years and this place is still the same, unchanged at all.
Little Fatty got up from the ground with a look of disgust on his face, patted the dirt on his brocade clothes and complained, "Old man, can't you take me flying in a more elegant way?"
Then he looked around for a while, and when he saw the shabby appearance, he suddenly frowned and said, "Are you taking me to a place where birds don't shit again? How long do we have to go before we get there? It's been more than a year."
"We've arrived."
"Are we here? Where are we?" Little Fatty suddenly became energetic after hearing this.
The old man slapped him on the back of the head and said angrily, "Where are you looking? Look up."
Little Fatty rubbed his head and glared at the old man resentfully, then looked in the direction the old man pointed. After seeing the three words "Ancient Sword Gate" clearly, Little Fatty was stunned.
After a long time, he turned his head stiffly, stretched out his fat hand, pointed at the old man tremblingly, then pointed at the plaque, and said with trembling lips, "This... is this the famous mountain of the Immortal Family, the hidden sect, and the holy land of swordsmanship that you mentioned?"
Hearing this, the old man puffed up his chest and said decisively, "Of course!"
Hearing these words, Little Fatty felt a "click" and something broke in his heart.
Thinking of all the cakes and boasts that the old man had drawn for him along the way, Little Fatty couldn't bear it any longer and shouted angrily, "Mo, I really believed your evil deeds. On this mountain, I can't even urinate as high as I did. It's not a famous mountain among the immortals."
Look at this sterile place, look at this plaque, and look at this primitive Spirit Mountain, I believe you if you say this place is haunted!
Along the way, you and I boasted very much, saying how brilliant and powerful Ancient Sword Gate was, and what the orthodoxy passed down by Sword Immortal was, and that it would be passed on to me in the future.
The result!
This is this damn place. I don't even want it if you give it to me for free. I won't keep you company, young master! "
After saying that, Little Fatty angrily slapped the old man on the back of his head and planned to leave with his sword.
In the end, the old man just glanced at him and slapped him to the ground.
Looking at Little Fatty lying in the humanoid pit, the old man shook his head and sighed, "Look at you, you are in a hurry.
Do you know what Hidden Sect is? It's called low-key. If you were so high-profile, wouldn't you have been discovered long ago?
This is all a disguise for outsiders to see, pretending to know? "
"Bah, from now on, I won't believe a word you say. "Little Fatty climbed out of the pit in disgrace and said angrily.
"How could Master lie to you? Think about it, when has Master ever lied to you?"
Little Fatty heard this and clasped his fingers and sneered, "You said before that you were being chased, so in order not to get involved, I chose to divert the pursuers away.
As a result, I went through all the difficulties to find you at Bianzhou, and you, an old and crooked old man, hugged me from side to side in the brothel, enjoying the hot food and drinking spicy food.
Also, you told me that you were Foundation Establishment, but as a result, Foundation Establishment Cultivator had the ability to steal Heavenly Sword Sect's lifeblood and still escape unscathed?
I finally discovered that you, Rotten Old Man, don't have a single word of truth in your mouth! "
Counting them out one by one, a look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on the old man's face, but he still said firmly, "Those were all accidents, this time it is definitely true, wait, I will ask your senior sister to come down the mountain to pick us up."
Little Fatty hugged his arms with a face full of disbelief and said, "Senior sister, in this shabby place, it's enough for you to call a female ghost down."
"Is this brother Little Brother talking about me?"
The charming voice came, and Little Fatty suddenly felt that all the bones in his body were lighter. When he looked back, he saw a charming woman wearing a fiery red dress, a hairpin on her head, and a white fox fur waistcoat walking along the path on the mountain.
She looked about thirty years old, with a seductive smile on her face and two small dimples.
The seductive red lips, the undulating waves with her footsteps, the perfect curves, and the looming white under the skirt, all exude a mature charm.
Little Fatty's pupils dilated rapidly, with a pig-like smile on his face.
The woman came to Little Fatty with a gust of fragrance, stretched out a slender white finger and gently raised Little Fatty's chin, and exhaled like a blue breath. "Brother Little Brother, do you think my sister is a human or a ghost."
Little Fatty looked at the towering tower close at hand, swallowed dryly, and said with straight eyes, "Sister must be a fairy..."
"Giggle, Little Brother, what brother said is really interesting. If you want to know, then follow your sister up the mountain. She will only tell you."
The woman left a string of laughter like silver bells, turned around and walked towards the mountain, leaving only an imaginative back figure.
Little Fatty followed him involuntarily as if he had been possessed.